Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*watches as Myitt disappears into her vessel and quickly stands, still careful to stay out of sight.*  <<Sub, we should get to our fighters...but we can't fly, at least not until they're on to us.  Can you make it the same way Myitt did?>>  *Ossanlin surveys the route the Myitt used to get to her ship and sees a ship that he assumes is Sub's right next to it.*  <<If you can, I'll morph and make my way to the Evanescence.  I'll have to morph Hork-Bajir as I can't really carry my equipment on a smaller form...but I don't think one more Hork-Bajir will arouse much suspicion.  I'll power up but won't cycle the engines...this could get very interesting.>>  *Ossanlin's thought-speech fades as his fair blue skin and fur writhe, changing into a dark shade of green.  His hindquarters pull into his body, his tail thickening, the scythe-blade on its tip becoming thicker and heavier.  His neck elongates and spines grow from his back as his front and hind legs merge into one pair, his arms thickening with muscle, blades sprouting all over his body.*  "Do you want to go first, or me?"  *His voice is deep and a little rough, the Hork-Bajir tongue struggling to form perceptible trade language.*

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub sighs, putting her shredder back, and, as Ozzy speaks, starts to morphing. God, she hates morphing! Fur sprouts over her body first, before loosing height, legs starting to change and face starting to elongate. When she's done, she's a rather large wolf, the belt securely still around her. <<Whatever you want. I'm heading over to my ship.>>

She crouches low and makes her way through the grass to her ship, the wolf's mottled coat blending in almost perfectly.

((lol, thus the reason for the skin-tight uniform...))

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*Ossanlin raises a heavy eyebrow as he watches Sub morph, slightly surprised.*  "I sssuppose I shouldn't be surprised...any Prince can morph.  The Earth wolf...a pleasing form indeed...one that I enjoy myself.  Probably couldn't carry sssabers though.  Very well....you may use sstealth...I will use deception."  *he walks out from behind the bar, immediately gaining the eyes of two of the Hork-Bajir controllers.  He staggers slightly as if drunk, putting on just enough of a show to sell the facade.  He stops and bends over, supporting his weight with hands on his knees and lurches as if ready to vacate his stomach contents, then wipes his mouth with a scaly arm and continues to stagger in the general direction of his ship.*

[Kit Cloudkicker]

A small child appears at the front door to the bar. He is human looking, no more than five years old. His brown hair is short and curly, and his big eyes brown. He's wearing jeans, a red knit sweater, and brown leather boots. He reaches for the door handle, and struggles to pull it open, squeezing into the bar in the small space he has opened the door.

He enters a few steps, and freezes, looking around the room.

[Breekan1]

Breekan crumples the BT's note up in frustration. "Look, don't be like that. Where's my sister?" The BT leaves another note.

"Some room."

Breekan snarls, grabs the BT's wrist. His vision blurs. The Bartender seems to grow a thousand feet, covered with teeth and fire. Everything is black around him. The world is heavy. Breekan's eyes open. He's on the floor. The BT looks completely normal, and a small child has just entered the bar.

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub reaches her ship and gives a silent command, and a small back door opens, which she quickly crawls through. Then she quickly demorphs, making an unpleasant face as she does so. That is REALLY REALLY annoying! Not only the feeling of the senses changing, but the feeling of the very brain she has found a home in shifting and changing around her, ugh. Never a pleasant thing.

She puts the ship on standby as sensors do a very, very light scan of the area. There's enough junk around to fry, fortunately enough, if Myitt needs a cover.

((Aww, come on, B1! You know better than to mess with the bartender!

Oh, and remember... we also don't talk about the bouncer.... >.> *shivers* lol ))

[esplin]

The bartender to this strange place handed me a glass with was wide and short enough for me to stick my hoof in.  One of my guards placed it on the floor for me and I started to drink.  The feeling of a yeerk's host consuming pure Kandrona was a feeling of euphoria and heightened senses, a rush of energy and power.  If you were lucky enough to remember the home world it reminded you strongly of that.

<Keep my ship on full alert,> I instructed.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

The child stands frozen just inside of the door, giving the andalite and hork bajir in the bar a wide-eyed stare.


Meanwhile, Shal gives up her attempts to get attention, and sits forlornly on the bottom step, staring at Connor.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*The Hork-Bajir guards eye Ossanlin suspiciously, but are lax to approach him as he wretches again and spits up some redish liquid.  He wipes his mouth with his arm again and makes his way to the ship docked next to his slowly, even stumbling and falling to a knee once.  He stumbles on toward the old C9 freighter that looked like it had seen better days.  Once behind cover of the rusted hulk of a ship, he straightens quickly and moves stealthily to his own ship just one dock-space down.  He demorphs, his bottom legs stretching and breaking into four, his arms slimming down and his hindquarters stretching as the massive great-sword of a tail slims and becoms the lighter, quicker whip-like tail of an andalite.  He places his many-fingered hand on the hull of the Evanescence and mutters in private thought-speech...*  <<War-Prince Ossanlin-Rethin-Sephriel, 985, Captain.>>  *a computerized thought echoed in his mind*  <<Bio-screen replication...confi rmed.  Welcome War-Prince Ossanlin>>  *and the door slid open to reveal a white and blue interior large enough for not more than four andalites.*

*Ossanlin entered the craft and depressed the button on the inside, the hatch sliding closed restoring the airlock.  Ossanlin walked up to the front of the craft and placed his hands on the custom controls, establishing a mind-link with the ship's systems.*  <Enable and cycle the fuel cell.  Engage power to all systems, adenda: do not autocycle engines.>  *The interior of the ship began to hum as power was restored to all systems.* 

(The Apix Evanescence is the modified Captain's yacht brought onboard the Tyrennian at the time of Ossanlin's transfer.  It is light, quick, and agile, and could be accurately called a fighter, though it has a highly modified weapons array, increased shielding capacity, and a cloak generator which all make it vastly superior to a common andalite fighter.  The modified outer hull gives the ship an exotic appearance that can only be described as "slightly similar" to the appearance of andalite craft.)

<Engage main viewer.>  *The white backing behind the sensor readouts faded in and showed a view in front of the ship.*  <Engage stealth sensor sweep of Type 5 Yeerk vessel.>  *the readouts in front of the screen began to change and modify as they displayed simple data on the ship.  The data is grim, and Ossanlin determines that even the Evanescence wouldn't stand for long against this Blade Ship without help from other ships, and a lot of skilled piloting.*

[esplin]

The feeling of Kandrona tickled my yeerk nerves and sent signals to the andalite body.  So alive, so alert.

My tail blade twitched.  My stalk eyes moved around nervously.

"Visser, we've been here a while," one of my guards whispered to me.

<Are you telling me that we're in danger?> I laughed.
<My morphs, your dracon, and my ship, what could possibly hurt us?>

(lol! i know im a big red target, many characters reacting/ploting cause big ol' vissa tre showed up.  How does fighting and stuff work in this thread?  Will i be notified before my ship is attacked or sabotaged?  what are the rules on this kind of stuff.)

[Breekan1]

((The main rule is "don't be a jerk." As long as you're not godmoding, power gaming or giving whomever you're fighting no chance to respond, things should be alright.))

Breekan rubs his eyes and sits up. He crawls quickly towards the child, staying at eye-level. "Keirdan?"

[esplin]

(alright, thanks for clearing it up, I wasn't going to be 'on the attack' really.)

[Myitt]

"Welcome, to the machine..."  David Gilmour's voice streams into the ship's cabin, sounding tinny.  No bass.

"I think I prefer the other album," Myitt says idly, scrunched up in the metal chair with her boots on the control panel. 

<Um, which other album?  They kind of had a few.>

"The Wall."

<Oh, come on, it's depressing...just an excuse for Roger Waters to complain about his lack of 'connection'...>

"It's not as depressing as this song." 

<'Welcome to the Machine'?  Does it just depress you because we can relate so goddamn much?>

She smiles at the viewscreens.  "No.  It's just not a very good song."

<Oh, come on...>

"We're being scanned."

<What?>

"It's just Sub, though.  I think."  She leans forward and taps the glowing air that serves for a screen, sliding a spherical icon.  "Yup." 

<So how long are we going to sit here?>

"Beats me.  Why don't you ask him?" She grins and taps the little bioscan readout that indicates the visser's relative location in front of them, many yards away in the bar.  Lots of little tricks in this junkheap.  She hisses through her teeth, waving a hand and shutting down the entire screen.

"What?" Tara says again, aloud. 

<Yeah, I just hailed his personal comm link,> Myitt whispers back.  <Or at least, someone's Yeerkish comm link in there.  Too close to tell, too many crosswires.  Signal's encrypted, standard Imperial signature, impossible to trace.  He won't know anything about us except that we're a Bug fighter from the Empire.  Let's hope he doesn't decide to call back.>

"Oh, you idiot, what the f*ck!" Tara growls aloud.  Then, "What do you want?  I can make mistakes, you know."

<Not the deadly kind!  Not cool!  How impossible to trace is it?>

Myitt considers.  "Like, 99.9%."

<Not good enough!>

She sighs, exhasperated.  "Right, well, it's done." 

[Gumby]

"Hey, does anyone want to know what happened to me?" Conner asked.

[Myitt]

((Arby, Conner's half-dead body has been taken to a cellar beneath one of the walk-in freezers.  Just in the interim....because Visser Three is here and it's just not a good place for injured people You're down there with Shal, the trapdoor out of the cellar is stuck.  Maybe you can help her get out, with your one arm and stuff?   Don't worry, doctors around this place tend to be pretty good with um, bionic stuff.  And...yeah.))